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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.