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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.