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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.