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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.