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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.