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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.