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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Audionom,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.