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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.