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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
cv313,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.