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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Monks,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
DNA,
Pylon,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.