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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.