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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.