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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.