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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Move,
Cymande,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
the Association,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.