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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.