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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.