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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.