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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.