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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.