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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.