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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.