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 Brunei and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.