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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.