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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.