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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.