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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.