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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.