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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.