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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.