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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.