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 Saudi Arabia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.