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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.