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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Franke,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.