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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Accadde A 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.