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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.