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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.