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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Magazine,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.