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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.