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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.