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 Burkina and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.