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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.