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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Monks,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Q65,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.