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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.