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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Cramps,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.