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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.