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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.