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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 808 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.