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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Can,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.