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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.