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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
UT,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.