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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.