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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
CMW,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.