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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.