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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
UT,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.