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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.