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 Portugal 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
X-102,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.