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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.