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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.