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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
John Holt,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.