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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.