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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.