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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.