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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.