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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.