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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Faust,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.