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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.