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 China and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.