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 Poland and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Nico,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.