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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.