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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Index,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.