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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.