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 Guyana 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.