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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.