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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.