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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.