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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 EPMD 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.