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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.