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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.