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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.