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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.