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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Television,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.