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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
The Index,
Darondo,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
the Swans,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.