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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.