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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.