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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Brick,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.