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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.