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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
The Residents,
Hoover,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.