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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.