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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Rites of Spring 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.