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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.