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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the grime 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.