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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.