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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.