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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.