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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Busters,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.