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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
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.