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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.