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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.