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 Moldova and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
CMW,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.