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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.