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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.