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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Black Moon 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.