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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the funk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.