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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.