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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry 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 punk 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
ABC,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.