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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.