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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Smog to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.