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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.