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 Mexico 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
June Days,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.