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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.