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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.