Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.