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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.