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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.