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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.