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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.