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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.