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 Congo 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.