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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.