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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.