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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.