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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.