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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
the Association,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.