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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.