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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.