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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.