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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.