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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.