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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.