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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.