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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.