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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.