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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
DNA,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.