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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.