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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.