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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
the Association,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.