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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Names,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.