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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.