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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.