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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.