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 India and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.