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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.