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 Belize 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.