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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.