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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Model 500,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.