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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.