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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.