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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Index,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.