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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.