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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.