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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Organ,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.