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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.