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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.