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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.