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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton 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 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.