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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.