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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.