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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Oneida,
The Motions,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.