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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.