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 Syria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.