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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Visage,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.