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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.