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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.