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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Mars,
the Swans,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.