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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.