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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
The Wake,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.