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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.