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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.