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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.