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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.