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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.