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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.