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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Visage,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.