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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.