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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.