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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Cure to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.