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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.