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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Shoche,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.