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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deadbeat 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.