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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Organ,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.