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 Nepal and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.