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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.