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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.