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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.