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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.