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 France and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.