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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.