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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.