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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s 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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Smog,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.