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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.