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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.