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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.