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 Antigua 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.