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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.