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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.