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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.