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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.