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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.