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 Oman and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.