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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.