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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Index to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.