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 Georgia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.