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 Papua New Guinea 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.