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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.