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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.