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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.