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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.