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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.