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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.