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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.