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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Inner City,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.