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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.