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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.