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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Yellowson,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.