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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.