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 Yemen 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.