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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.