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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.