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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.