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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.