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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.