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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
AZ,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.