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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.