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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.