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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Japan,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.