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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.