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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.