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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Ronan,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.