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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Raincoats 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Television,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.