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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.