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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.