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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.