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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Organ,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.