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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Icehouse,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.