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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
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 Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.