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 Honduras 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.