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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.