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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
CMW,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.