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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.