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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.