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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.