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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Pole,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.