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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.