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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Wire,
Excepter,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.