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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.