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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.