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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.