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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.