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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.