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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.