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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.