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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.