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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Nas,
Swans,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Television,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.