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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Pylon,
Ituana,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.