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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
UT,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.