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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.