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 North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.