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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.