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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.