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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Busters,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Excepter,
UT,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.