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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.