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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.