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 Liberia and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.