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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Evens,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Joy Division,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.