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 Cuba and from New York.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Motions,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.