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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.