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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.