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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.