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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.