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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.