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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.