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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Index,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.