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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Can,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Section 25,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.