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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Scrapy 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.