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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.