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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
June Days,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.