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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.