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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.