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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Brick,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.