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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.