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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.