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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.