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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.