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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.