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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.