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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Qualms,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.