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 New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.