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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.