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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.