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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.