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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.