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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.