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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.