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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
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.