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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Whodini,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.