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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.