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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Skaos,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.