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 Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
X-102,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.