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 Pakistan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Monks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.