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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
The Move,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Franke,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.