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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.