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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Television,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.