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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.