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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.