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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
CMW,
The Associates,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.