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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Visage,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.