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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.