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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.