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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.