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 Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.