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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.