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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.