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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 Woodstock and Houston.
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 organ 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.