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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.