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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Can,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.