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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.