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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.