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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.