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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Can,
Fear,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.