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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Scion,
Q65,
the Normal,
UT,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.