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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.