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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.