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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
UT,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.