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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.