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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.