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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
The Associates,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.