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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.