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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.