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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Urselle,
Monks,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.