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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.