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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.