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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Scientists,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.