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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.