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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
X-101,
Television,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.