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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.