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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville 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?
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Scion,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.