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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.