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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.