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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.