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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.