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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.