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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Franke,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.