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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Smog,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.