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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.