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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.