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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Deakin,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.