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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Organ,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.