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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.