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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.