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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.