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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.