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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
June Days,
Rekid,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
cv313,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.