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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '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 Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.