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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.