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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Main Source,
Mars,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.