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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Ice-T 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.