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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.