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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.