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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.