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 Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jandek 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Can,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.