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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.