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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.