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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.