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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.