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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
June Days,
Ituana,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.