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 and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.