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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.