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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Move,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.