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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.