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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Can 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Television,
Erasure,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.