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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.