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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.