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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.