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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.