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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.