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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.