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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Monks,
Whodini,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.