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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Swans,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.