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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product 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 grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.