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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.