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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.