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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.