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 Malta and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.