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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.