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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Crime,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.