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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.