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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.