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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.