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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.