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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.