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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.