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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.