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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.