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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
X-101,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.