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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.