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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.