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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.