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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.