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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Q65,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.