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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.