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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.