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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis 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 electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Index,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.