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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Magma,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.