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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.