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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.