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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.