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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.