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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.