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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.