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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.