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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.