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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.