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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.