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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.