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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.