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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.