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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Franke,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.