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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.