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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.