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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Television,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.