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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.