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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Mars,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.