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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.