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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.