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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Faust,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.