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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.