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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.