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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Magma,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.