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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.