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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.