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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.