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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Second Layer,
CMW,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.