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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.