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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.