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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.