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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.