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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.