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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.