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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.