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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.