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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.