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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.