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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.