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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.