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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
PIL,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.