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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.