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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.