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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.