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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Wings,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.