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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.