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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.