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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.