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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.