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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.