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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.