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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
June of 44,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
the Normal,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.