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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.