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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Nico,
Cameo,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.