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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.