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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.