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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.