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 Croatia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.