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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Vogues 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.