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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.