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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.