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 North and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.