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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.