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 China and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.