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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.