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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
UT,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.