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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.