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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.