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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.