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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.