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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Television,
AZ,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.