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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.