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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.