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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.