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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Lyres,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Quantec,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.