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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.