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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.