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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.