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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.