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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.