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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.