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 Chad and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.