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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.