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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.