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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.