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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.