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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.