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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.