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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.