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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.