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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.