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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.