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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.