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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.