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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Zapp,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.