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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.