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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
The Names,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.