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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Monks,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.