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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
DNA,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.