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 Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.