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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.