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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.