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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Aswad,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.