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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Scion,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.