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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Wire,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.