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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.