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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
June Days,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.