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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.